"music makes the sound of music" - the incredible moses leroy
these days:
I wake up every morning, way earlier then I would have bet for me not having a job.
I check my phone for messages from Logan, (there is almost always one) smile for a minute or two.
get out of bed with a smile still on my face so as not to fall back asleep.
If my bladder can handle staying full for a couple minutes; then I head straight for the coffee pot. I fill the reservoir to about 7 or 8, grab the filter and head outside. Teak really has to go to the bathroom at this point, so I bang the used coffee grounds into the compost by hitting the filter against the side of the house, I clip the runner to teaks collar, ruffle the fur on his head and give him a couple kisses between the eyes, and tell him what a good buddy he is.
i go back inside turn on my computer and put on Bon Iver, or my morning mix which has 4 of my favorite Bon Iver songs already on it. as my heart strings are being plucked; I think about Logan some more, and what things I might be able to do to make her happy. I think about moving to California. I think about moving to Costa Rica. I think about building a camper for my truck and moving into it. I think about what schools going to be like whenever I get my stupid ass in gear to get signed up for it. (it's always tomorrow or Monday, but I've been telling myself that for about 2 months) I suck down about 3 cups of coffee and then consider food.
here is where the days variables come in, it's usually around 7:30 by now and I am either going to blow glass, or sit on my ass most of the day trying to figure out what kind of part time job I can manage to create where I work for myself, so I can work around a schedule that includes playing music whenever I want, blowing glass at least once or twice a week, help my friends with all their projects, play sports 2 to 7 times a week, and have the flexibility to skip town every now and again.
my life basically consists of drinking coffee, feeding teak, day dreaming about Logan and trying to lay out the perfect plan to be a useless bum.
I wake up every morning, way earlier then I would have bet for me not having a job.
I check my phone for messages from Logan, (there is almost always one) smile for a minute or two.
get out of bed with a smile still on my face so as not to fall back asleep.
If my bladder can handle staying full for a couple minutes; then I head straight for the coffee pot. I fill the reservoir to about 7 or 8, grab the filter and head outside. Teak really has to go to the bathroom at this point, so I bang the used coffee grounds into the compost by hitting the filter against the side of the house, I clip the runner to teaks collar, ruffle the fur on his head and give him a couple kisses between the eyes, and tell him what a good buddy he is.
i go back inside turn on my computer and put on Bon Iver, or my morning mix which has 4 of my favorite Bon Iver songs already on it. as my heart strings are being plucked; I think about Logan some more, and what things I might be able to do to make her happy. I think about moving to California. I think about moving to Costa Rica. I think about building a camper for my truck and moving into it. I think about what schools going to be like whenever I get my stupid ass in gear to get signed up for it. (it's always tomorrow or Monday, but I've been telling myself that for about 2 months) I suck down about 3 cups of coffee and then consider food.
here is where the days variables come in, it's usually around 7:30 by now and I am either going to blow glass, or sit on my ass most of the day trying to figure out what kind of part time job I can manage to create where I work for myself, so I can work around a schedule that includes playing music whenever I want, blowing glass at least once or twice a week, help my friends with all their projects, play sports 2 to 7 times a week, and have the flexibility to skip town every now and again.
my life basically consists of drinking coffee, feeding teak, day dreaming about Logan and trying to lay out the perfect plan to be a useless bum.